Subway
Winter Night:
S-U-B-W-A-Y are the 6 letters in bold atop the store’s roof. The S-U-B being a darkish green like rich well-watered grass. The other half being paperwhite, with a couple of sains and signs of wear and tear. Everything lit up with powerful LEDs Beaming a ray of light on to the dark and lonely night-time streets. Stepping towards the automatic door you take your last deep breath of icy cold air before you walk inside. The coke dispenser machine sits in the corner within your front-facing eye line. With all its colours and magical man-made flavours. There’s a slight electrical buzz as if some insect is constantly sitting there talking away into your ear. You feel the warmth start to inclose around you like a cozy sleeping bag, as the last of the cold night gusts creep their way through the automatic doors. Sneaking through with the wind is the last few chitter-chatter noises from the ever so alive lake bar next door. Turning to your right and look out the big glass windows into the chilled night sky. The street lights tower over the sidewalk shining down their ominous orange-tinged ray. Looking further to only see a singular beam of light shining down on the lake’s surface. Coming from an illusory looking moon. So clear as if it has been drawn in the sky. Turning back around you spot the lines of maroon red leather chairs well polished and cleaned to perfection so clear you can spot a glimpse of your reflection. The chairs tucked away under hard wooden topped tables with the odd pink or purple gum spot holding on for dear life. Towards the other side of the shop stands a drinks fridge taller than a basketball player. Right of this is the ordering station. Peeping through the thick glass you will find foods from Italy to America. Well-cut round-edged shredded foods. perfected by machines and made for your enjoyment.
Summers day:
Foot traffic left and right with the inescapable constant gossip of the sidewalk crowd. As you walk in the store there is a loud beep that overrules the masses of people babbling inside. You hear a lady serving customers with a smokers voice like she always has a bit of a cough coming on. There are streams of fizzy flowing out of the machine like rainbow waterfalls. You feel the sensation of water under your feet which causes you to glance down, only to find some mini puddles from lakefront swimmers coming in for lunch. You hear a beep like your morning alarm, but in this case, signalling food being ready. As you wait in the lengthy line you feel a gust of bitter air pass you as the fridge is opened so a customer can acquire a drink. You are up to order. Looking along with the vast range of foods from the reds to the greens from the hams to the olives. The reoccurring voice as of the lady you know to be purple haired is always in the background as you order. Descending into the maroon red leather chair, you feel a cool breeze from above. Ever so slightly the airwaves dance apon your forehead. Sinking your teeth into the flavour packed sandwich you can feel the half liquid sauce ooze into the sides of your cheeks. Crunch, you bite through the toasty bread to the sizzling chicken the crisp frosty salads. Looking left out the freshly polished glass window. You see the cars and the bikes the walkers and the runners. You see the delightful green grass and the cloudless blue sky. Beyond this, the lake’s surface is just a mirror to the heavens. With the sun radiating a perfect linear streak across the exterior of the lake.
The End
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